It's been that kind of a fortnight in the city. Before the present state government moved in, I had no idea what a Maharashtra Chief Minister did.
No one really seems to care about Syrian refugees or servicemen’s pensions or sedition laws or Sensex crashes or Sania’s ‘Khel Ratna’ or the slanging of the Jain community during Prayushan or the shuffling of top cops.
I am half Gujarati. A Patel, actually. Well, my mother is a Patel. So, I am technically a half-Patel. (Or does that make me a full Patel from my mother’s side?) Either way, I am a Patedar
Dear 'Jinks' Rahane. Hope all's good in Ceylon. I truly enjoy your batsmanship in test cricket, as much as I used to 'Jammy' Dravid's.
Today is ‘Frying Pan’ Day. Yesterday was ‘Wash Basin Day’. Friday was ‘Four Poster Bed Day’, Thursday was ‘Green Grass Day’. And Wednesday was ‘Photography Day’
And the gent who runs our country stepped upon the ramparts of the Red Fort on this our 69th anniversary. Of course, there are brand new 2015-2016 promises
So, the porn ban has been partially lifted. Here's my three-paise-worth — dear government, first it was with land reforms and now love making. A diktat, and then when outrage is expressed, a hasty retreat. Autocracy morphs into an Alice in Wonderland sea of weak justifications
So, I’m a protester. What do I do exactly? I protest, aur kya. Ya, that’s my job
Teesta Setalwad is my friend. Well, was my friend, is my friend, whatever the past continuous terminology is for someone you’ve always been fond of, but have lost touch with over the years, after college
Hell, no! Over the last two years, they’ve been systematically shutting down various bastions of my growing up years.
I’m not a filmmaker but I adore the notion of the medium. And the theory behind the art form totally fascinates me.
Najeeb Khan was my friend. He ran the legendary Teenage Video Library out of a small store in Colaba
So yes, I had that non-descript birthday last week. 53. Boring. A neither here nor there age. Not a landmark by any stretch
I sit in the vast, wonderfully constructed expanse that is the Portuguese Church. It is the funeral of India's most revered urban planner. Of course he was our finest architect
The ICSE results were out. Her heart thumped like a Yo Yo Honey song. ICSE results seemed to assume Magna Carta-like propotions in a 16-year-old's life. She needed to go online to check her percentage. Online was better than the old system of 'notice board' results. Where everyone could compare
So, there is much tamasha going on in our country. Mainly because the national food of India — the Maggi noodle — is about to be banned
And so it’s 6 am and I’m at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport. All set to board a flight that will take me on a Turkish ‘chutti’...
What a week. The North Korean leader kills one of his guys with an anti-aircraft gun. Bit of overkill, no? A small revolver would have sufficed
And so Sallubhai is free. Free on a Friday, what a release, yes?
I’m sorry. Deeply deeply regretful. For the disaster, the death, the destruction, the debacle, the debris I have caused. I know it’s a tragedy of untold proportions